Couldn't really tell you the moment it started
The night my dreams started filling with rhyme
It's not just a somewhat hapless occasion
I now find it happening all the time

In every dream that I fall prey to
Poems they swirl through my head
Colorful words entice me with rhythm
As I lie asleep in my bed

Psychedelic rainbows of neon glitter
Rising from pools of poetic steam
Collecting in the recesses of memory
Saturating my nightly dreams

Where the rhymes have no form nor meaning
Until they spill out into the cool morning air
Where I find myself with pen and paper
And someone to read them who cares